Kinda Want Coffee

I'm laying in bed having woken up relatively early by my standards. I was even asleep by like 2 or 3 last night which is a big improvement from 6 last night. I've really got to get my sleeping pattern back in order. I want to make a cup of coffee or something but I don't like the taste of 4 hour old strong coffee that my father makes. It is beautiful here at least and all of the windows are open. I also have to scan the house for dog piss before people get here because I assured my father that if the dog pissed in the house again he's getting his nose rubbed in it, beat, and spending the entire day in the cage. After two years, you'd think that dog would have learned not to piss in the house, but my father turns a blind eye to it and leaves it for me anyhow, so why discipline the dog? Fuck my life is stupid.